Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Raven

We got EAP in the tonight, Edgar Allan Poe
America's anti-transcendentalist
We're taking back, way back
Nineteenth century

that rapping?
(Who's that)
Who's that rapping at my chamber
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill like

Kick it once a midnight dreary
While I kicked it and weary
Dark and just like Lake Eerie
Brand new sample, clear me

While I nodded napping
there came a tapping
Up like, "What?", thunder
Clapping in my brain graphic Halflings

Staffing me, I put Milton
Cell mute like Paris Hilton
Open window, built in
Times a like Bob Dylan

Twenty-pound bird black as be
Cold feet cold eyes aimed at me
Grim face, grim stare, death
that raven nevermore

Who's that
(Who's that)
Who's that rapping at my door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill nevermore

I Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me
Alone with books, of death visiting me
(Hey, me)
"Can I help you, prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it"
He my hook, DJ revolved it
Perched on Pallas, dropped it

"Tell me, Sir, please, if you can, am I or evil man?
What can I say, what can I do, when I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore, quote he at me, hating on this MC
Satanic raven, glee, killing me softly like the Fugees

Now I worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Fred Durst
a nurse, disperse my thirst put this process in reverse
Wish I'd had some first, MC Lars, '88 hearse
Now I'll never be Slug or Murs, under that raven's curse

The ravens eyes still have the of a demon that is dreaming
over him still streaming
Hear my screaming, hear me
My soul still there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, piece, US folklore

Who's that
(Who's that)
Who's that rapping at my chamber
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill nevermore

house? Raven's house